Black Mask's body began to twitch and convulse, his form rippling as if trying to tear itself apart from the inside. The sound was grotesque — bones cracking, flesh stretching, tendons snapping like cords under impossible strain.
In less than three seconds, his old body was gone.
What replaced it was something horrible. It could only be described as a mistake.
The figure that emerged from the ruins of his shell was immense — a towering, dark abomination that seemed carved from nightmare and void. Its humanoid frame was warped beyond recognition: limbs elongated and sinewy, ending in fingers that glowed faintly blue. Its torso pulsed with crimson veins that crawled like living serpents beneath its translucent skin, converging toward a head without a face — only shadow, framed by twisting veins of red light.
